A brief conversation… between me and a total stranger… made me laugh recently. I probably need to set the scene: A local bistro. “Retro night”. Disco ball. Dancing. Lisa. Me. A couple other gals. Our adoring Public.
Over time, I have developed a friendship with the DJ and his darling girlfriend. I know, you are surprised. I am so off-putting. But, you just can’t fight love, and my DJ and his darling love me. I had them at glitter… Aaaanywhos… A few weeks ago there was a serious boogie need, so we headed to the bistro over there to get a bit of a groove on. For the record, it was the same day as my 18 mile run, but I am insane and could not resist the call of the wild groove. It’s an illness. Obviously.
So, we wuz hangin’ with our homies… sharin’ time between the dance floor and kickin’ it fa’ realz up in our “VIP spot” by the the DJ. *delusion of grandeur in full-swing right about now*… I was exiting the dance floor… heading back to my “VIP spot” to catch a breath and re-hydrate. As I walked by, a man tapped my arm:
Man: Excuse me…
Me: Whu? Um… yes?
Man: I’m sorry, but, may I ask you a question?
Me (disoriented because I think I had just finished doing the Roger Rabbit & a shard of glitter may have been lodge in my left cornea): Uh……. ……… …….. yeah…
Man: Do you work here?
My head: Uh… does he want me to get him a drink? Maybe I could get a tip. *light-bulb moment*
Me: Do I work here?! Nnnnnnnneeeeeoooooooooo… *cocked my head crosswise and all* Why???
Man: Oh, I’m sorry. It just… You… You just really get the crowd going out there.
Me: Oh, wow! THANK YOU!
I bowed curtsied limped away (remember: 18 mile run + Roger Rabbit + heels = peg-leg swagga), feeling a bit ashamed proud and tripped up the stairs to get back to my VIP table. And no. There wasn’t a pole. I’m not that kind of girl. It’s not that kind of place.
Aaaaand scene. *clack*
But it makes me wonder… I could use some extra cash… I just don’t… How would I explain a job like that… to my preschool mommy friends… my pastor… my own mother?! “Yeah! I got this great job at the martini bar! I work evenings! I get paid to dance. I work the room. I am an entertainer at a local “establishment”. I am a facilitator of adult fun. I am a dance floor encourager!” Yeah. That’s the ticket.
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